This is a song about "Giving up on love"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

But it wasn't like that, and he was giving up slowly,

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Yeah, right, get over here faster

All my love is on her

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

These hoes be acting up giving me the look though but i be like,

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh